by Simone Leigh
“Lie still.” He says. “I have not given you permission to move.”
I try to obey, but as his lips purse over my clit, I cannot help myself, groaning and writhing at the exquisite fire stabbing up through my core. My Master’s teeth nibble gently at my bud, then his tongue circles it, flicking and manipulating it until my pussy juices gush over his face. He licks deep, over my pussy lips, trailing through my cunt and lingering deliciously as he drinks from me.
“Wet enough now I think.” And he rises to his feet.
Standing, my Master’s erection is huge, he probes with the tip at my entrance, once, twice, thrice as my pussy twitches and jumps in response, then thrusts headlong, deep inside me, hard, stopping only as he strikes my inner walls. I scream in response, my cunt throbbing to his rhythm as I try to tighten pussy and belly muscles around him. I can barely think as he plunges inside me, again and again, but I know that I want him there, and that I want him to take the greatest pleasure in me.
He pounds away inside me; no gentleness, demanding response. Lying flat-backed on the stone surface there is little I can do beyond screaming, it rises, unbidden from my depths; a deep, primal response to the earthquake of the flesh I am experiencing at my Master’s bidding. My hips try to gyrate in time to his thrusting, but with no give to the stone surface I cannot really move at all, only quiver below him as he plunges inside me, again and again, harder and harder.
I feel the stone slab slick under me, and I begin to slide over the liquid surface. My Master seizes me at the hips, holding me steady as he continues his pounding inside me, ball deep, and then out completely, to his full length, in and then out again. Breathing is difficult as I pant uncontrollably between screams, my heart pounding and my pulse racing.
I feel the rise of orgasm within me, the tension building and my belly muscles clenching as it builds. Convulsed in a paroxysm of ecstatic joy, I try to lean up, to embrace the sensation, but my Master’s hand, flat between my breasts, pushes me down again on my back, holding me pinned as climax takes me.
I am unconscious of anything but the release, as my pulsating cunt sends violent waves of pleasure through my stomach and thighs. I do not know if I scream, or gasp, or cry; only that I lie helplessly writhing, speared by my Master, as he gazes down on me, cumming at his command.
Sated and exhausted, I lie, my panting subsiding, as my Master locks eyes with me. “Don’t move.” he says. “You haven’t finished.”
He draws level with my face, and, once again seizing hold of my hair, pulls up my face. “Open wide.”
I open my mouth and he pushes inside. “Finish me off.” he says. “I want to see you swallowing my cum.”
“May I use my hands as well?”
“Yes, you can massage my balls while you lick me clean, then suck me off.”
One handedly, I massage his balls, tight and crinkled. With the other I support his huge erect penis as I lick away my own juices and his.
With one hand kneading his balls and the base of his erection, caressing and stroking, fondling and rubbing, I can feel the growing throb and cadence of his rising climax. His own hips start to quiver, and then, as I feel he is going to spurt into my mouth, I slide the tip of my tongue into the slit of his penis, tickling, probing and stimulating at this, his most sensitive moment.
In response, he exhales with a gasp, leaning forward and pulling me, by the hair, deeper in. He spurts into my mouth in a creamy cascade, then, pulling my mouth free of him, finishes his climax over my face, his stream surging over my eyes and lips, dripping down into my hair. As he shoots his cum over me, I lick and suck where I can, taking what he gives, as he rubs his cock and balls and cum over my face.
Finally, with a heave, he pulls free of me, and stands breathing deeply, arms akimbo.
After a moment he looks up again. “Elizabeth. You are good. You are so good.” And he leans over, kissing me deeply on the mouth and then the breasts.
“Come on, let me help you down.” And he picks me up from the marble, placing me carefully on my own two feet.
I wobble a little, a bit unsteady after the internal pounding he just gave my, still swollen, pussy and clit.
“A shower I think.” he says. “Let’s check out your new bathroom.”
The shower stall is roomy enough for two, and hot water cascading over us both, my Master soaps me down, then sponges me down. He gives special attention to my breasts and between my legs, sucking my nipples as he reaches between my thighs. “Don’t worry.” he comments. “I don’t expect you to perform again quite this soon. But I enjoy the feel of your body.”
Afterwards, we sit on the carpet in my still unfurnished apartment, looking out over the City and the river.
“How much furniture do you have?” he asks.
“None really. It all belonged to the landlord in my old flat. It’s not a problem. I’ll go and get some over the next few days.” Then I try to collect my thoughts. “Thank you. The other flat was nice, but this is gorgeous.”
“Yes, the other was alright, but this one is better. You have the space for guests and for an office or study here…. on which subject; we have plenty of spare furniture in the basement back at the office, desks, bookshelves that kind of thing. Pick out what you want and I’ll get it sent over for you. It will do for you until you have had chance to choose what you want and make the place your own.”
I don’t know what to say, so I settle for “Thank you.”
He smiles and kisses the top of my head. “You’re welcome Elizabeth. But we made a deal. You are keeping your end of it and I am keeping mine.”
Inside my heart sinks. Everything he says is true, but I don’t want it to be a contract. I am falling in love with my Master.
The Story Continues in “The Master’s Obsession”
The Master’s Obsession
An Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic Romance
Part Six of the
‘Bought by the Billionaire’ Series
Author: Simone Leigh
Part Six
The Master’s Obsession
I am just putting the finishing touches to the bedroom in my beautiful new apartment when the door buzzes. “Hello Elizabeth. It’s Richard.”
With a thrill, I rush to the intercom.” Hi! Come straight up. The door’s open.”
When my Master arrives, he is carrying red roses and a briefcase. I recall that, the very first time I saw him, he was carrying this same briefcase, and then also, had a bunch of red roses. He had a date, but the date stood him up.
I wonder what he has in the case. The last time, it was a spreader bar and a vibrating egg, both of which he tried out on me, giving me one of the most electrifying experiences of my life. I am becoming excited in anticipation. What is he planning?
He hands me the roses with a smile. “I hope you like them?”
“Oh yes, Master, they're lovely. I’ll put them in water.”
He flops down onto the settee. “So Elizabeth, we're celebrating your new home.” he says, his gorgeous smile crinkling around his eyes
I am so stirred by all this, my new life, my new apartment, and my Master, who I admit to myself, I am falling in love with.
“How would you like to celebrate?” he asks.
My eyes slide across to the briefcase. 'I thought you might already have ideas on that, Master.'
He laughs. “Oh yes, I do, lots of ideas, always. But this is your celebration Elizabeth. And I want to thank you for what you have done, and are doing, for me. Tonight, you can tell me what you would like.”
'I'd like....' My voice trails away. I am not sure if I can ask this.
He tilts his head in that now familiar gesture. “Yes?”
'I'd like......' I cannot speak, a lump in my throat, and tears beginning to well up inside me.
He stands, concern on his face, taking me by the shoulders and holding me, tight to him. “Elizabeth. What's the matter? I want you to be happy. I thought you were happy. How have I upset
you?”
'Oh I am happy. I am. But....'
He holds me away now, by the shoulders, squaring up to my face and holding my gaze. “Elizabeth, you have to tell me what's wrong. How can I make things right for you, if I don't understand your problem?”
“I want you to make love to me.” I blurt out, then fall silent, wondering if I have just ruined everything. My Master and I have a contract; a no-strings contract.
My Master looks startled, then laughs. “I thought you enjoyed our little games Elizabeth? Was I wrong?”
“Oh no, you’re not wrong at all. I love our 'games' It's just that....”
My Master falls silent and looks around the room, then moves to stand by the window, staring out, his back to me.
“Are you falling in love with me Elizabeth?”
I hold silent for a moment, then take my courage in my hands. “Yes, I am……..” I hang my head. “Are you angry with me?”
He almost whirls around, grabbing me again by the shoulders. “How could I be angry that one of the most beautiful woman I have ever known, the most intelligent, and certainly the sexiest, is falling in love with me?”
Suddenly, he crushes his mouth on to mine, almost bruising my lips in his fervour, crushing me in his embrace. I respond hungrily, leaning into the kiss, exploding inside as he scoops me up, carries me through to the bedroom and dumps me, unceremoniously, on the bed.
“I'll show you how a man makes love to a fucking star like you Elizabeth.”
There is a sparkle in his eyes, and his smile is like sunshine, as he sits beside me, enfolding me in his arms, his kiss deepening by the moment. I am totally unprepared by the sheer scale of my physical response to this. I am afire. In my head, skies are blue, the sun is bright and birds are singing.
My Master sucking and nibbling at my bottom lip, my heart begins to pound as I heat within, a familiar moistness between my legs. He trails kisses down my neck, and then, struggling briefly with the buttons of my blouse, unclips my bra with one hand, cupping a breast with the other to suckle. As he sucks and nips at my puckering nipple, I am working at his shirt. I want his naked skin, and the smell of his maleness over me.
Sitting up, he helps me with the shirt, simply pulling it up over his head before discarding it onto the floor, then shucking off his trousers and shoes. His now naked body, bronzed, lean muscled and lightly haired, smells deliciously musky. I have never been certain if this is his personal scent, or some after shave that he uses, but it is, deliciously, his scent, and right now, it feels like my personal property.
He slides fingers behind my skirt to unzip, and slip it off me. Wearing nothing but white lacy panties, I lie back for him, arching my stomach and hips up to him as he plants kisses between my breasts, down my belly, and beyond.
His fingers slip between my legs, pausing briefly to ply my thighs apart, his fingers stroking the delicate inner skin. I am already wet as his fingers part my labia, exploring my swelling nub, sliding back the hood to reveal the sensitive heart within.
He is gentle and tender, working to arouse, and succeeding, and I curve and strain to meet him, my ardour becoming hard to control.
“Please Master. I want you inside me.”
'Easily done.” he says, smiling, repositioning himself.
I watch his magnificent erection, quivering slightly against the flat of his abdomen. Lowering himself onto me, he pauses momentarily, allowing me to stroke his length and to kiss away the trembling droplet at the tip. Licking his salt-sweet honey from my lips, I draw him towards me as he lies full length atop me, the tip of his cock brushing my pussy. He holds there, not entering, but teasing and arousing, knowing well that I want him to plunge inside me. Pressing lightly in, he then withdraws, instead, kissing me, open mouthed, one hand kneading a breast and tweaking the nipple.
“Oh God! Master. Please get inside me. I want you inside me.”
He whispers into my ear. “All in good time. Women don't always cum from penetration only. I want to make sure that you do.” And he continues his plying and rolling of, first one nipple, then the other.
I am wild with desire. Every time his cock leans in towards me, I rock my hips towards him, trying to swallow him into my depths, but always he withdraws, leaving me shaking with anticipation. I am yearning to have him fill me, aching to have his length fill my pussy. My juices are flowing freely and the sheets are damp below me. Sweat glistens on my chest, my skin slick and shiny in the half light.
Finally, when I think I might actually pass out, if he makes me wait any longer, he first probes my pussy, then smoothly sheaths himself inside me. I gasp and cry out, my head flinging back, and then forward, eyes closing instinctively. I barely know what to do with myself at the ecstasy within.
In he slides and out, in and out. Not hard, nor gentle, but regular and even, and smooth as silk, with a rhythm like a heartbeat. My own heartbeat is wild, my pulse banging wildly at my temples, the gliding thrust of my Master filling my pussy making me moan and pant.
Opening my eyes, my Master is gazing down, watching my face as he works me. His eyes are deep, intense. I could drown in them. His teeth lightly gritted, I see a sheen of perspiration as he draws me to my climax.
It begins, rising from my core, rippling out through the muscles of my belly and thighs. As I convulse inside, my Master responds by thrusting hard, in his heartbeat rhythm, my cunt squeezing his cock, as I erupt into orgasm.
Through my physical rapture, I am conscious of arms encircling me as I Cum, kisses on my neck and breasts. Gliding down once more from the heights, I feel warm breath by my face and fingers running through my hair.
My Master does not cease his thrusting. Kissing me briefly on the lips, he raises himself over me as he thrusts, looking down on me as he builds to his own climax. And now, I stroke his face, reaching up to caress his beautiful features as I move with his rhythm, trying to gift him what he just gifted me. With my pussy, I relax as he glides in, squeeze as he pulls out, trying to make it good for him. His sweat drips onto my breasts, trickling over my hot damp skin, anointing me with his perfume.
With a gasp, his eyes shut tight and he shudders into orgasm, groaning as his hips buck, his cock pressing deep inside me. His chest heaving, he collapses onto me and simply lies there, as I comb his damp hair with my fingers, kissing the side of his face.
For a long minute we lie there, unmoving, my mind full of glory. My Master has not said that he loves me, but he is not angry with me. Perhaps I can yet hope for more than a contract…
“Master?”
He pulls himself up onto an elbow, once more looking down on me. His smile is sweet honey to me. “Yes Elizabeth?”
“What just happened?”
“What happened?” he laughs. “What happened is that I, as requested by a beautiful girl who says she is falling in love with me, made love to her. That is what you wanted isn’t it?”
Dumbly I nod. His face turns serious. He takes my chin in his hand, looking me straight in the face. “Elizabeth, don’t misunderstand. I can’t claim that I love you. I am very fond of you and I really, really lust for you. I hope that is enough for you, for now at least?”
Again. I nod.
Yes, it is enough for me…
For now.
“Good!” He rises and stretches. “And now I think, let’s have that celebration for your new home. Dinner out I think. Yes?”
“Mmm. Yes. Lovely.”
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The following day, walking home from the office, I decide to do a little window shopping. I still need a few things to furnish my apartment, and am staring through the shop window of one of the plusher furniture stores when, in the reflection, I see behind me a figure I recognise; Mack Kane, ex-head of Procurement. He is glaring at me from across the street. I always found him unappealing, something about him made my skin crawl, but now he looks positively toxic.
As I spin to face him, he turns his back and walks quickly from view around a corner. A
shudder runs through me. Is it a co-incidence? Or am I being followed by this man who lost his highly paid job as a result of my discovery of his theft from the company?
Perhaps my imagination is running riot, but I decide to go inside the store and lose myself in the crowds. I exit a few minutes later through a different door. If Mack is following me, I do not want him to know where I live. Should I mention this to Richard?
No, I decide, not without being a bit surer of what is happening. For now, I will simply watch. If Mack is following me, I will soon find out.
Over the next few days, I do not see him again and I come to the conclusion that I have an overly-vivid imagination. No doubt he just happened to be in the street. Putting it from my mind, I turn to my work, my training and my wonderful Master.
Francis buzzes me. “Hi Beth. Can you come up please. Mr Haswell would like a word.”
Up on the fifth floor, my Master makes me welcome in his office.
“Hello Elizabeth. I just wanted a quick chat. Coffee?”
“Thanks yes. I’d love a coffee.”
He rings through a request to Francis then returns his attention to me. “I have a meeting tomorrow. A very important meeting with potential clients who, if we can get the deal, will be worth a great deal of money to the company.”
“Okay.” I nod attentively.
What has this to do with me?
“I would like you to sit in on the meeting….”
Oh!
“…. You have already proved that you have an eye for detail with your work in the Procurement Section. It may have been an unpleasant little episode, but it saved the company a lot of money. Tomorrow I want you to sit in as Secretary to the meeting, and take the minutes.”
